The only thing I've managed to do today is make hubbys lunch, clean the kitchen.

Had BIG plans today to finish up my new living room curtains.
Finish sewing the tie backs today. My body tells me no. Too tired, sore after being up and down a step ladder all day yesterday hanging curtains, moving furniture.

My left arm has been numb, tingly since I woke up. Who knows what's up with that. Typing with one hand is an adventure.

Munky, I hope your arm is going to be alright...I would get it checked out if it doesnt improve...maybe you slept on it funny?

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__________________All I really need is love, but a little chocolate now and then doesn't hurt

I can't stand ironing! I would rather scrub toilets
I'm too tall, even at it's highest setting I have to bend down. Kills my back.
I smooth out the washing when I hang it outside and hang everything I can on hangers.
I no longer iron t-shirt, jeans etc. Only iron hubby's work shirts and trousers.
When he makes me angry I only iron the front of his shirt and leave the back he doesn't even notice.

Back in the days before permanent press, I lowered my ironing board so I could iron while sitting in a chair. Lots easier on the back.

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If you can't see the bright side of life, polish the dull side.

in my daughter's room on her window ledge sat a small, potted cactus plant. at five year's old, it was her job to water the cactus, but only when the soil was very dry. she had a small watering can, and would go around and water all the various plants on their window sills. she did a good job of it too, and seemed to enjoy caring for the plants and watching new leaves and blooms as they appeared. somehow, though, it seemed she was most intrigued by the little cactus., even though she knew it wouldn't be growing and changing from day to day like most of the other plants in the house. then came the day that i noticed the little cactus had rotted, and its pot was very wet with excess water. when i went to explain to my little girl that her cactus had died, she gave me this conspiratorial smile, and confessed that the cactus had pricked her a number of times with its sharp spines, and so she decided to get even. she said she knew the cactus didn't like water, so she 'drowned' it by watering it every single morning, with purposeful devotion, until justice had been served....
(a revenge story that still gives me chills to recall....think i should have warned her husband? nahhhh) :)

in my daughter's room on her window ledge sat a small, potted cactus plant. at five year's old, it was her job to water the cactus, but only when the soil was very dry. she had a small watering can, and would go around and water all the various plants on their window sills. she did a good job of it too, and seemed to enjoy caring for the plants and watching new leaves and blooms as they appeared. somehow, though, it seemed she was most intrigued by the little cactus., even though she knew it wouldn't be growing and changing from day to day like most of the other plants in the house. then came the day that i noticed the little cactus had rotted, and its pot was very wet with excess water. when i went to explain to my little girl that her cactus had died, she gave me this conspiratorial smile, and confessed that the cactus had pricked her a number of times with its sharp spines, and so she decided to get even. she said she knew the cactus didn't like water, so she 'drowned' it by watering it every single morning, with purposeful devotion, until justice had been served....
(a revenge story that still gives me chills to recall....think i should have warned her husband? nahhhh) :)